Excuse Me, Ms. Jackson

3. Write a post that begins and ends with the same sentence.

I’m always saying I could write a book of stories from my teaching career.

Today I was listening to Todrick Hall’s 4 the 2000’s when I heard some songs that remind me of my first couple of years of teaching.

One of those songs was “Ms. Jackson” by Outkast.

15 years, my office was in this little hallway with other offices and the teacher’s lounge. It was a quiet out of the way room. The heating unit did not work in that room but that did not matter to me since I was pregnant with the Imaginative One. It was comfortable to me.

The problem with my room was on the other side of the wall was the assistant principal’s office. The table where we worked was against that wall since it was the only place where the table fit in the room. (It was not very big since it had originally an office.)

Whenever the students accidentally knocked that table against the wall, they would say “Excuse Ms. Jackson. I’m for real.”

I should have told you the assistant principal’s name was “Ms. Jackson.”

Such a sweet story of a group of students who were like family. I had taught the majority of them for two or three years by that point of time. This is one of many stories from this group of students.

This story is why I always say I could write a book of stories from my teaching career.